oops. so I’ve managed to not take my morning medications almost every day this week (my most important meds are my morning ones, of course). also, I’ve forgotten my evening meds numerous times in the last two weeks. however, I’ve been fairly good about my mid-day meds — naturally, because those are the least important of the three. ~sighs~
I’ve been totally exhausted lately. like, before my screwing up the taking of my meds. that’s actually what led to my forgetting to take them. over the weekend, I just got really, really tired. then Monday morning, I sleep in until I absolutely have to wake up for work, and I forget to dope myself up while I rush getting ready. and it just happens like that every morning for the rest of the week. today included.
Brian called me while I was on my way to work because he noticed I forgot my meds. I’d be late if I had turned around though. and I just also didn’t give a fuck about going back to take them. “it’s not like they’re doing much good anyway”, half-sleepy me told myself as I steered with one knee, guzzled an energy drink with one hand, and shoved eggs into my mouth with the other hand. (the second knee was attached to the foot reserved for the gas and brake pedals. I have to get creative whenever I need each a hand and a foot/knee/leg for the shifting and powering the clutch.) so I just thanked him, and kept going away from home.
I’ve been frustrated with him for a day or so now. he did tiny thing A that is a big thing to me, and I noticed I had an emotional response about it. I did my best not to have an emotional reaction, and I only kinda succeeded. but then I beat myself up for having emotions at all. I typically get very angry at myself when and because I’m angry at him. and of course, during all this, I don’t tell him shit, because I don’t want him to start feeling bad about having peeved me off. but he inquired this morning, and I was just like, “let’s talk about this when I’m not running late for work, okay?”
second thing I really wanted to discuss here (venting about Brian kinda snuck in here, lol) is my disassociation qualities returning. I’m getting “that feeling” again wherein I’m not Me. I’m multiple peoples living in a single body, so take turns sharing the physical cage. I “see” myself doing and saying things. I’m over-analyzing my actions in a very particular way — not so much “objective” as it is disjointed and disconnected.
maybe it’s the lack of medication in my system. maybe it’s the two energy drinks a day I take just to stay awake. maybe it’s whatever started making me so tired over the weekend.
maybe it’s finally time for a Cycle change, and I’m going to go into a mania soon. that would be a nice change of pace. I haven’t had a proper (hypo-)mania in a while. though I doubt it, given all the additional sleep I’ve been needing.
one thing I’m going to discuss at therapy is how I’m so Tired. like, when she or my psychiatrist ask me about how this is going or what I feel about that, I just wanna look at them and say, “I don’t know. I’m too Tired to think about an analyze it.” an me being too tired to analyze something — not a good sign.
I suppose that’s all for now. I’m just really off kilter. and because I don’t know the cause, I can’t even pretend to come up with a solution.